I wish the entire Libya episode would cease. It's really horrible, just looking at the bullets. "They wouldn't let families claim bodies unless they sign an agreement their family died in surgery." That's so unjust, then again, we live in an unfair world.
Please let me have someone who is cool, doesn't play dota, is athletic, dresses up, is a gentleman and likes to go places. Thanks. HAHA
I don't like how people judge when they don't even know the other person well, or aren't even the one firsthand in the situation. The way people use every opportunity they have to point fingers, drown others in their unreasonable ramble. People change, though. It's good to always believe, and have faith in people because even though things may be ugly, things are ever-changing too. Like how good times never really last, so do bad things. If everyone stays in the past, the people who want to change will never be able to walk out of their shadows. Yet, it's pretty unpleasant to see how your efforts and hopes put on others are compromised for them abandoning themselves. Because you don't matter, because you are insignificant, because they are too absorbed in their pain to care what's ahead. But you don't want them to miss out on anything. You want the people you care for to be able to enjoy the enjoyment you are able to bask in which you know is crucial with personal effort. No amount of help rendered would really reach your friend and it is up to them to save themselves.
Yet, as you loosen your grip for loss of faith or negligence, even because you are caught up with yourself, they sink and sink and the quicksand of rapid resignation swallow your friends. They are gone. Coated with despair, their weak shattered souls give in. Give in to fate, (but word has it that you can build your own fate) give in to endless sleepless nights, give in to a whirlpool of sad love songs. How it irks you, but you can't change things one bit. Things only keep going wrong.
How can a person change so much for another, or morph into ways of another after certain interactions. How, when the person is gone, what you once found inacceptable as acceptable and throw yourself into it. Was it to prove you are good enough too, or to demonstrate the same level of frequency in desperation of getting back something you never would have again?
Or maybe because right now you are nothing more than a lost kite caught in a hurricane and you are an empty shell just swaying with the wind